Chen An had been the manager of the Golden Hall in the Green Hotel under the former Xishui Alliance, as well as a Soul King and a Level 5 Soul Engineer.
His strength was already respectable, but his greater talents lay in management and business. He kept every aspect of the Green Hotel's operations running in perfect order.
As Mingdu's largest underground power, the Xishui Alliance was an existence no one dared challenge in the city's dark underbelly. Its headquarters, the Green Hotel, stood right at the foot of the Imperial City, a testament to its extraordinary standing.
As the manager of such a luxurious hotel, Chen An naturally wielded considerable authority himself.
Yet at that moment, the Soul King stood in the Golden Hall's VIP Room, pacing back and forth anxiously.
Ever since the finals of the Mingdu Soul Engineer Tournament had ended, all of the Xishui Alliance's senior leaders had seemingly vanished from the face of the earth overnight. None could be contacted.
That day, the alliance leader and the other experts had boarded vehicles bound for the western suburbs together, and none had ever returned.
As a minor middle-ranking leader in the Xishui Alliance, Chen An had enough access to know of the Holy Spirit Cult's existence and its terrifying abilities involving souls. Naturally, however, neither he nor the hotel's other staff were Evil Soul Masters.
Just then, a young staff member entered the VIP Room and said uneasily, "Boss, are we still holding tonight's auction as scheduled? We haven't had any valuable auction items for several nights running, and a lot of the noble lords are getting dissatisfied."
Chen An's expression turned pained.
A high-end auction naturally needed high-end items to anchor the event and maintain its standing. In the past, the alliance leader and his